Senses [Clint/Natasha]

Death

They lie together on the cold earth, holding hands.

She breathed in the smell of the dirt. It smelled like life and death. 

"Someday, we'll be buried in this earth," she said. She looked at him, and he looked right back. 

"We'll have them bury us next to each other," she added. "I want to be with you always." He clasped her hand. She sighed. It wasn't a particularly sad sigh, nor a particularly happy one. It was just an exhalation of breath.

He sniffed the ground. It smelled sweet and fresh and natural.

"We'll ask to be buried without any sort of coffin. That way, our bodies will decompose and meld into the earth. Our bodies' decomposing parts will mix with each others and we'll be one with the earth."

It sounded nice, dying together and lying in the earth together. They lie next to each other, just as they hoped they would at the end of their lives. 

They got up. Their clothes were smeared with dirt. The smell of the earth followed them. They left the place where they wanted to die. But the dirt was still on their clothes, and the want was still with them. 

Author's note: Hey, guess what? Soon I'll be posting a new Clintasha one-shot collection called Colors! So stay tuned. :)